The Slag Gong wants to Kill me - Chapter 8

It would be better to say that they quarreled perfectly with my observation of them. B said that my movie was taken over by my husband’s company. With the character of my husband, it is absolutely impossible for him to shoot his bamboo horse in this movie.

Although I don’t know if it should be said that he is infatuated, it is still silly.

The protagonist of that film is a three. Although I deliberately molded his image into a three that felt innocent in the heart and was compelled to do it in the name of true love, in the final analysis, the protagonist was a three. My husband took into account His relationship, and subsequent influence, will not give protagonists to Zhu Ma.

But his silly bamboo horse would certainly not listen to his persuasion. He would only think that my husband did not love him so much, because he gave such a powerful resource to others, and he would even think that my husband was It’s not that there is a junior.

He was so stupid that he could tell from the unscrupulous and undisguised look he gave me when I sent my husband last time, but I was too lazy to care about it.

Being a dead house is very happy, but they just don’t want me to be a dead house, so I can’t blame me.

My husband’s attitude towards me was great in those days. He even took me to their friend’s banquet. I asked who he was, and he reported a lot of names. When he reported his name, he paused. After a while, although only a few seconds, I saw the loneliness in his eyes.

Before going to the banquet, I added a little, a little medicine c to my husband’s water. By the way, when I arrived at the hotel, I went around in the name of going to the toilet, and put a few taps in the toilet.

At the banquet, I kept my head down for dinner, pretending that I didn’t see the fiery eyes that Zhu Ma cast on my husband, and pretending that I didn’t see the malice in their friends’ eyes. There is nothing to be angry about, I think, they are just a bunch of idiots who got off to work with the help of my husband.

On the way, Zhu Ma came to toast my husband, and they drank it with a smile. I then felt that the husband beside me was uneasy, and he went out to the toilet.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Ma also went out.

I know that my plan will succeed.

It was a long time before they came back one after the other, and their faces turned red. At this time the banquet was almost over. I saw the group of my husband’s friends toasting him one after another, while Zhu Ma gave me a demonstrative glance and went out.

I know he should have convinced my husband to give him a movie role.

I also know that my plan should succeed.